The rain beaded on the yesterday waxed car. The sound of the rain when it pounded on the rails of the fence surrounding the prince's castle. It was peaceful. The Prince Xather loved the sound and smell of the rain. He was in his office filing cases of pack needs and other creatures of Denser's needs. The prince was already slowly taking charge of the kingdom. He was already practically ruling while his father got even more sick.
"Son." Xather's head shot up an looked at his crinkled father who was coughing, covered up in a robe and blanket. His slippers were slightly wet meaning he was outside. His hair looked teased and his eyes drooped. His father ran a hand through his frail follicles and accidentally pulled out some of his grey hair. "Shit, father why are you up. Your not suppose to be out of bed." Xavier cursed and said.
"Son I am ready to go." His father said.
"Dad," Xather said sadly, tears were welding up in his eyes.
"I'm ready, let me go. I love you son, it is just time for me to go." His father repeated as Xather knelt down and tugged him up lightly.
"Love you too dad."
Later that day his father died peacefully and Xather was happy that he went smiling.
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SORRY GUYS THE REST WOULDNT UPDATE SO ILL PUT IT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER
